There was a natural rock bridge in Mountain Chi Cheng. The bridge was only one foot in width, and was covered with smooth and slippery mosses. On both sides there were steep cliffs, and it was really dangerous.

赤城山上有一座天然的、完全由岩石架成的梁，桥面只有一尺宽，上面长满了又软又滑的苔藓，两旁是峭壁悬崖，极其危险。

But there was a woodman that could cross the bridge very easily with a big bundle of firewood on his back.

一个打柴的樵夫却能背着一个大捆柴轻松地从桥上走过。

When asked by someone to do this once again for people to see, the woodman squinted at the high and dangerous bridge and the abysses, his legs shuddered. With his eyes full of fear, he totally lost his light heartedness and easiness that he had before.